Fast rode the knight <br />With spurs, hot and reeking, <br />Ever waving an eager sword, <br />"To save my lady!" <br />Fast rode the knight, <br />And leaped from saddle to war. <br />Men of steel flickered and gleamed <br />Like riot of silver lights, <br />And the gold of the knight's good banner <br />Still waved on a castle wall. <br />. . . . . . . . . . . . <br />A horse, <br />Blowing, staggering, bloody thing, <br />Forgotten at foot of castle wall. <br />A horse <br />Dead at foot of castle wall.<br /><br />Stephen Crane<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/fast-rode-the-knight/
